Posts filed under "Talking Story"

Japanese flotsam, Part 2
I was taught that flotsam is a term that refers to floating debris, while jetsam denotes stuff that has washed ashore. I don’t remember how old I was when I was instructed thus, but I do remember who told me, and he was incorrect. Confident, but incorrect. So, just in case you’re ever in the […]
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Don Starkell, 1932 – 2012
I have been reflecting lately on the way that the idea of death intrudes on the living as time goes by. When we are young, death dwells in the province of older folk, so distant and separate, almost on a different planet. But then, as we age, death comes a little closer. Imperceptibly almost, stealthy, […]
Read MoreCommencement Bay solo
Mary and Micah dropped me off right at 1pm. I was a bit surprised that I didn’t see any of the other paddlers at the park, but maybe they were running a little late. I packed my gear and got the kayak down to the beach, waited around for the group to show. The sky […]
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Getting my retail on
Even though I mentioned it in a blurb there on the right side of the page, I think this bit of news deserves its own special entry: Azimuth Expeditions, the guide service and kayaking instruction outfit I started back in 2003, is going to be going through a major change. Azimuth grew out of Tahoma […]
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The wrath of Aeolus
I was awakened by the wind this morning. Actually, I woke up at a few points during the night to the sound of the gales whipping through the trees on the hillside above the house and the waves crashing on the beach. There are some who profess to like the wind; I am not one […]
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Japanese flotsam, Part 1
The first glass fishing net floats came out of Norway, back in the mid-1800’s. I didn’t realize this… I just assumed that they were a Japanese invention, possibly because I live on the Pacific coast and the ones that make their way to beaches in North America started their journeys in the land of the […]
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Paper routes and chain saws
The snow that we had dumped on us earlier in the week is gone, or mostly gone. There are still some folks without power, although that scene is about over as well. It’s back to normal, or whatever normal may mean, anyway. The wind is still with us though, and is expected to continue, knocking […]
Read MoreBrother, can you spare a ham on rye?
There’s a fox up at Paradise, hanging out near the visitor’s center. He’s given up the wild life for the easy handout, given up fresh meat for stale popcorn and bologna sandwiches. Ignorant tourists feed him their Wonder bread and HoHo’s, and they get dumber while he gets softer. Begging is never pretty.
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Heavy reading
I was thumbing through the latest issue of Orion magazine, when I came across an article by Paul Kingsnorth, Confessions of a Recovering Environmentalist. It is an excellent piece and I’m not going to try to condense the whole thing here – you should probably go read it for yourself. The synopsis would be something […]
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